When Fred and George returned to the cemetery, several flames suddenly appeared on the ground in front of the monument in the central square.
They quickly surrounded the kneeling Peter Pettigrew along the fuse, and with a crackling sound, the entire Godric's Hollow was instantly illuminated.
Within the light, which resembled balls of fire, bursts of dazzling fireworks exploded.
Fred and George, standing by the cemetery, were filled with emotion.
"Serves you right for using the Blasting Curse. You're in for it now."
"Let's make more next time, and get a bigger one."
The continuous explosions of fireworks quickly attracted the attention of the Auror stationed there.
They didn't dare get too close, casting the spell from a distance.
The frenzied fireworks stopped in the blink of an eye, and Godric's Hollow returned to darkness once more.
The smell of burning spread in all directions, and countless small craters appeared beneath the thick smoke in front of the monument.
The Auror walked over, wands in hand, their worries gradually fading away.
Peter Pettigrew remained kneeling, his entire body covered in black soot, his clothes seemingly stuck to his skin from the heat.
An Auror reached out and checked his nose. "Still alive!"
I can finally relax completely.
As long as the person is still alive, it doesn't matter how terrible their condition is.
It's just a minor burn or scald; it won't kill you.
The Auror would give the wounds a few quick treatments, set up an anti-intrusion spell around the area, and then leave.
Fred and George, who witnessed the whole process, each had their own thoughts.
Hermione approached the two of them. "Go back? Or continue?"
"Let's go back first."
"Yes, we'll come again tomorrow."
Her lips twitched slightly. "Please don't kill anyone."
"Don't worry, we know what we're doing."
The twins' assurances were completely unconvincing.
Hermione thought for a moment, "Count me in tomorrow."
"Real?"
"So that you won't be unaware of the seriousness of the matter."
With her around, Peter Pettigrew's life would indeed be safe.
But that's all.
For several days in a row, the Auror in Godric's Hollow could hear noises, some loud and some soft, in the middle of the night.
It started with fireworks and stench, then insects and corrosive liquid, and yesterday a large swarm of rats came.
Peter Pettigrew's entire body was gnawed and mangled, with almost no part of his skin intact.
Fortunately, he persevered and pulled through, although things got worse every day, at least his life was not in danger.
Ministry of Magic,
Mrs. Pettigrew came again.
Unlike her daily requests before, this time she didn't go to Fudge, but instead knelt directly in front of the Magic Brothers Fountain in the Entrance Hall.
"I beg you... please spare my son..."
Mrs. Pettigrew, looking haggard, was in tears, her head pressed tightly against the marble floor.
"He's... he's no longer human... when are you going to let him go?"
The receptionist, bewildered, ran towards the Minister's Office.
Upon hearing this, Fudge simply said indifferently, "Leave it to Rufus, he will handle it properly."
In less than five minutes, Mrs. Pettigrew was "invited" out of the Ministry of Magic by the Auror.
As a mother, she naturally couldn't bear to see her son suffer.
They've already been sentenced to death, why torture them like this?
Can't you just give me a straight answer?
Another week has passed, Peter Pettigrew's miserable state is beyond description.
His entire body was covered in burns, scalds, severe corrosion, and pustules. He had lost all his hair and teeth, and even his face, which was the only slightly better part of his appearance, was unrecognizable.
Criminals have no human rights or dignity; this is the reality of the British Wizarding World.
Mrs. Pettigrew stopped coming to the Ministry of Magic to plead for help the day before yesterday.
It's not that I gave up, it's that I was hospitalized.
Her mental state was very poor, no different from the other patients suffering from the Cruciatus Curse at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, except that she would occasionally be lucid for a short period of time.
In mid-May, the nights in Godric's Hollow finally quieted down.
With final exams approaching, it's time to focus on studying.
In fifth grade, there is the O.W.L. Examinations, which is the standard wizard level test.
Unlike Fred and George, who were cramming at the last minute, Vincent and Hermione had already completed all the courses from third to seventh grade.
Not to mention the O.W.L. Examinations, I can handle even the NEWTs ultimate wizard level qualification exam with ease.
Unfortunately, Hogwarts doesn't have a grade skipping system; no matter how fast or how much you learn, you still have to stay for seven years.
The problem of interference between Magical Base Station and electronic signals has finally been solved.
By changing the magical signal to a dot matrix transmission, it can not only be completely separated from the wave-like electronic signal, but also ignore all existing spatial isolation type magic.
To block the transmission of magical signals, a new spell would need to be developed specifically for this purpose.
However, to develop this new magic, we must first thoroughly understand the principle of signal transmission from Magical Base Station, and then construct anti-transmission magic accordingly.
However, it was made based on Alchemy and also incorporated many principles of Muggle technology.
Dumbledore might be able to forcefully stop it with his powerful magic, but the other wizards would have to start their research from scratch.
Dot matrix transmission not only solves the interference problem, but also significantly improves the signal coverage.
One machine alone covers nearly 10 miles, more than 15 kilometers.
The only remaining challenge is to overcome the last hurdle: the number of users who can connect simultaneously.
Since the Wizarding World is not as densely populated as the Muggle, transmission quality can be given priority.
May 31st, late at night.
Vincent placed a Magical Base Station in the Scottish Highlands.
He and Hermione each Apparition 10 kilometers away, then activated the Magical Communicator on their wrists.
When a clear, colorful image is projected in front of you, it signifies the birth of yet another groundbreaking invention.
Hermione looked at Vincent, who was looking excited in the Magical Projection, and unconsciously gave him a sweet smile.
When do you plan to officially release it to the public?
"Those old fogies from the Alchemy Association haven't made a move yet. I'd like to use this to test their reaction."
While affordable alchemical products are still within acceptable limits, alchemical Magical Automaton represent the opening of a new market. However, revolutionary products like Magical Communicator are enough to shake the foundations of traditional Alchemy.
The Two-Way Mirror, which is both valuable and unavailable, must be completely eliminated. It, along with a large number of traditional alchemical tools made based on the principle of matter conversion, will be swept into the dustbin of history.
Hermione listened to Vincent's vision of the future, she imagined a particularly beautiful scene in her mind.
Wizards no longer wear conservative clothes, nor do they live in dark, stereotypical houses.
Their quality of life was better than that of Muggle, and they were surrounded by alchemical products that far surpassed the technology of their time.
Dirty and tiring work is done by alchemical Magical Automaton, entertainment options include various devices equipped with Magical Projection functions, and magic can be cast without even relying on a wand. There are also many simpler and more convenient ways to travel.
The high-tech future world that Muggle imagine is called "cyberpunk," Hermione believes that the future world she imagines should be "magicalpunk."